Lu Tao is lazy and does not seek fame.

It seems that he is not very interested in the Celestial Masters Conference.

"There is another unlucky guy here. Junior Brother Cheng, this way..."

Lu Tao turned around and waved to the crowd not far away.

At this moment, a burly, dark-skinned man trotted over and bowed slightly to Lord Sang.

"I've met the Third Senior Uncle."

Lu Tao quickly raised his hand toward me.

"Cheng Song, come and let me introduce you."

Cheng Song waved his hand and gave me a silly smile.

"You don't need to introduce me, this must be Junior Brother Lin!"

I glanced at Cheng Song. Judging from his tall and muscular figure, he must be a disciple of his fourth uncle, Jiang Yunzhao.

"Meet Senior Brother Cheng."

Obviously Lu Tao and Cheng Song are the other two candidates from the Mai Sect to participate in the Celestial Master Conference.

"You two brats, where is your master?"

"Third Master Uncle, the heads of each sect went up the mountain yesterday. Fourth Master Uncle did not come because he had something to do."

Mr. Sang nodded slightly and looked towards the mountain gate.

"The morning bell has already rung to welcome guests, why haven't you gone up the mountain yet?"

Lu Tao shook his head, also looking puzzled.

"I'm not sure. The disciple guarding the mountain gate just said that everyone should wait here for the time being."

Mr. Sang frowned.

"What the hell is going on in Longhu Mountain?"

At this moment, I suddenly felt a cold and stern gaze staring at me.

Looking along the breath, I saw Gu Yuanzhen not far away, his eyes burning, staring at me.

Besides the two Maoshan Sect disciples, there was also a familiar figure beside him.

Taoist Guyan!

I had dealt with Taoist Guyan in Cangwu Mountain. Compared to Cangxuan, although this person was a bit pedantic, he still had some demeanor of a heavenly master.

Feeling Gu Yuanzhen's murderous gaze, I couldn't help but make a gesture of folding my hands together and poked upwards vigorously.

"Wang Ba Dan, I must kill you with my own hands."

Gu Yuanzhen's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and she wanted to tear me into pieces immediately.

"Yuanzhen, don't lose your bearing."

Taoist Guyan raised his hand towards Gu Yuanzhen, indicating that he should not act rashly.

"You're defeated, you'd better be careful, or I'll steal the anus again."

Suddenly there was a roar of cranes in the air.

An old man with an immortal air stood on the back of a white crane, and beside him was a slovenly figure with a mustache.

"Zhao Yanqi!"

As the two came against the wind, they slowly landed outside the mountain gate.

I glanced at the old man and felt that this man's aura was restrained and extraordinary.

But judging from his aura, this person's cultivation is probably not inferior to that of his uncle.

"This is the sword-wielding elder of Longhu Mountain, Master Qinglin, and a strong man in the realm of divine control.

He is the senior brother of Zhang Xuanxin, the headmaster of Longhu Mountain, and he is quite famous in the spiritual world."

At this time, Zhao Yanqi obviously saw me and waved his hand towards me.

Master Qing Lin coughed twice, and then Zhao Yanqi put his hand down.

I saw Master Qingling swinging the fly whisk in his hand and slowly walking down from the back of the white crane.

"Sorry to keep you fellow Taoists waiting for so long."

"Master Qing Lin, the morning bell has rung to welcome guests, why don't you let everyone go up the mountain?"

Master Qinglin showed a faint smile and nodded heavily.

"Is such that!

It has been a thousand years since the Celestial Masters Conference was held, and it is considered a major event in the spiritual world.

After discussion by the leaders of each faction, it was decided to give all the young talents a chance to win before the conference begins.

The seats for this Celestial Master Conference will no longer be ranked based on seniority based on the fixed seats in the past.

It is up to the young talents from each school to decide the final seating ranking of each school."

As Master Qing Lin finished speaking, the crowd couldn't help but start talking.

Obviously I don't know what kind of medicine he is selling in his gourd.

"Brother Qinglin, what do you mean by this?"

"It's very simple. From now on, the disciples of each sect will go up the mountain on their own.

Seats have been set up on the stage, and whoever grabs that seat will have the head of the sect sitting there.

However, I declare in advance that during the mountaineering period, disciples of various sects are not allowed to fight with each other or rely on any external force."

I couldn't help but frown and looked towards Mr. Sang.

"Master Sang, what is this path?"

Mr. Sang raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face.

"If my guess is correct, someone should be betting on you.

Furthermore, I also want to take this opportunity to test your depth."

Whoever arrives first can choose a seat first.

On the surface, the ranking of seats may seem inconsequential, but in fact it represents the reputation of each sect.

I don’t know who came up with this bad idea.

Master Qing Lin stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at the crowd.

"What are you waiting for? Do you want to make your own disciples sit on the bench?"

Whoosh!

As Master Qing Lin finished speaking, several figures rushed out towards Longhu Mountain with lightning speed.

I smacked my lips, but I wasn't worried at all.

"Master Sang, just be prepared to sit high!"

I raised my eyebrows, slowly took off the iron box, and handed it to Mr. Sang.

It's a pity that Master Qinglin just said that no external force is allowed, otherwise I could just let the Ice Monster Bat carry me up.

"Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Cheng, I'm going to take the first step."

Glancing towards the towering Longhu Mountain, my figure escaped underground with a roar.

Gu Yuanzhen frowned, and quickly pressed the magic formula with her hands, and the runes on her legs flashed.

The whole person's speed suddenly increased by more than ten times, quickly surpassing most people.

Seeing all the young disciples rushing towards the top of the mountain risking their lives, Master Qinglin couldn't help but look towards Zhao Yanqi beside him.

"Everyone has run away, why are you still standing here?"

Zhao Yanqi was stunned.

"Do I count?"

Master Qing Lin frowned and smiled lightly at Zhao Yanqi.

"What do you think? If the real head coach gets sidelined because of you, do you think I will treat you to seven wolves?"

"For such an important thing, could you tell me earlier next time?"

Zhao Yanqi smacked his lips and then chased the crowd.

At this moment, suddenly in the forest, a figure carrying a heavy sword flew up the cliff.

Master Qing Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, he came back in time."

At this time, Zhao Yanqi ran a few steps and turned back.

"What do you mean when you come back again?"

Master Qinglin couldn't help but glare angrily.

"Junior Brother Wuya is back, so I won't join in the fun.

I have just recovered from my injury, but my butt is not fully healed yet.”
Chapter completed!